"Prime age indeed" she muttered, rolling her eyes comically.

"Yeah" dusting his imaginary collar. "Imma in prime-age" he raised his chin.

"If you are not an old man" a pregnant pause, "then why have you not moved on," she said out of blue, looking everywhere but not her father's eyes. She didn't want to see the pain or sorrow the woman left. The woman he called wife.

"You know... I'm still taking care of my beautiful daughter," Richard replied shakily. His voice trembled, ...